DEA"You're staying at the same hotel?" I questioned when Victor swiped his access card and threw the door open to his room. "Out of the hoard of questions flying around that head of yours, that's what you choose to ask first?" He shot over his shoulder while offering me a humorous wiggle of his eyebrows. I was silent as I followed him back. It wasn't a long walk since Jason and I hadn't gotten very far when we were attacked. Victor knew me well enough to know that there was a myriad of questions sitting at the point of my tongue, waiting to be thrown out in the open with the hopes of finding adequate answers. And yet, I managed to cap those questions, smother them even, so I could quietly process what just happened to me. The fear that licked its way through my body was beginning to melt away and my initial shock was subsiding. Adrenaline pumped through my veins in minuscule amounts and, as it ebbed away, clarity was taking its place. Vampires were real. Vampires hunted humans.
VICTOR I had never been happier to have a tongue in my mouth than at this moment right here. Being able to finally speak was an advantage. Being able to eat properly and taste my food again was great. Being able to feel Dea's tongue caress mine was spectacular. But, being able to pleasure her the way she had just pleasured me was an opportunity I never thought I would have, and yet, here I was about to do just that. I gripped Dea under her pits and steadied her on her heels before I picked my underwear and pants up, fastening the zip and button but removing the belt. My shirt lay in pieces on the floor from me shredding the material just so I could offer her what she wanted. She could have asked for almost anything and I would have found a way to give it to her. That was why, when she gazed up at me with those pleading doe eyes, a little more of my restraint broke away—not all of it though. I couldn't bed her as much as I craved to because she wasn't ready for what that would mean.
DEA After Victor and I cleaned up, we both agreed it would be best for us to go to sleep before we did something either one of us would regret. I wasn't certain I wanted to go all the way with him. My cravings to feel him next to me grew with each passing moment. I ached for him. With every heartbeat, I yearned for him. The more time we spent together, the more I got to know him as a person and the more I fell. Guilt for moving on so quickly from Jason ebbed and flowed like waves kissing the shore. They were prevalent when Jason was around. Like now for instance. He glared at me from across the lobby, daggers of pure vengeance flying my way. A low growl sounded beside me and the earthy scent that accompanied it instantly had my skin prickling with the memory of last night, "The only reason he's not dead is because of you. I hope you know that."I sighed and shifted my attention to the mammoth of a man who dwarfed me. Using a knuckle to push my glasses up the bridge of my nose, I wh
VICTOR I shuffled in my seat, feeling my ass go numb after the third hour of not moving. Dea was on that God damned plane alone with no one to protect her. I tried my utmost best to get onto the same flight as her but to no avail. The very next flight which left after her was the one I knew I had to book. "Stop moving, big man. I'm trying to sleep over here," Saint grumbled, peaking an eye open at me. "Sorry," I half-heartedly apologized even though I kept shifting until I realized I wouldn't be comfortable until we landed and finally gave up. Saint loosened a breath and sat up straighter in her seat, "Are you two any closer to completing the bond?""I don't know," I answered honestly. My mind trailed back to those treasured moments locked in that hotel room. Moments I wasn't sure I would experience again but I craved them every second I thought of her. The taste of Dea still lingered on my tongue, making me salivate for her like a hu
DEA"What!" The word left my mouth as an expression and not a question. Why? Because my brother had said the most absurd thing to me that my mind couldn't possibly conjure. No one was home. I had come from work and found Sam waiting for me. He said he needed to talk to me. I hadn't expected this conversation to take such a turn. My weekend went great—bar the hiccup of almost dying and finding out vampires existed. But the revelations just kept coming. An onslaught of information that didn't just pertain to this new fantasy world but also me. I raised my hands and began signing aggressively as I paced the length of the lounge, "You're trying to tell me that I might turn into a fluffy, gigantic wolf with enormous fangs. Will I crave raw meat if I do?"Why was that the first question out of the platoon I had which rolled off my tongue?Sam chuffed—almost like a dog—and shook out his hair which had grown a little too long for him before saying in his distorted voice, "No. Not really. Y
VICTOR "There's not much to report, Alpha," one of the wolves whom Saint had assigned to follow Jason informed, "he barely leaves the institute and, if he does, he goes straight home.""Keep watching him. Something doesn't feel right. I don't want to let my guard down and then regret it later on," I ordered whilst scrubbing a hand down my face. Exhaustion weighed heavily on my shoulders. This was what being an Alpha was about. Giving every drop of yourself to the people around you until you were too drained to drag yourself to bed. And, as excruciating as it sounded, it was the most rewarding thing in the world. "Yes Alpha," the man offered me a curt but respectful nod of his head before leaping and shifting into a massive brown wolf. He took off a moment later in the direction of the city. I pivoted until I was faced with the domineering sight of our new pack house. The outer shell was complete, but the inside still had a lot to be done. It was progress. Pride blossomed in my che
DEAHis hands. They were searing hot and all over me, branding my flesh through my clothes. He kissed me like he couldn't get enough of my taste. His soft lips moved against mine—a stark contrast to the prickly feeling of his mustache and beard scraping against my skin. Victor pressed himself against me, pulling me in until not a sliver of oxygen could pass through us. It was hot, and heated, teeth clashing, and tongues twisting. A mix of passion and lust and pleasure and something else I couldn't quite put my finger on. Something tugged at my heart and, as my eyes fluttered shut, I saw a literal thread glowing, burning in a white blinding light. I pulled away from Victor, inhaling a sharp breath as I did so. My lungs rejoiced as I fed them the oxygen they were screaming for but I was so consumed by Victor, that I ignored them. "What the hell was that?" My words were fast and frantic as I searched Victor's face for the answers. His sharp features were cast in a shadow due to the
VICTOR "Dea?"Her body lolled in my grasp as she lost consciousness. I placed her down on the marble island, my hand beneath her head so I could be as gentle as possible. Removing my shirt, I cleaned her stomach and tossed it aside before pulling up my pants. I didn't leave her side. Every rise and fall of her chest was a rise and fall of my own. The heartbeats that filled the time between allowed all-consuming fear to slither beneath my skin. Like shards of glass, that fear pierced deeper and deeper inside of me. Was she going to shift now? Did I hurt her? She had to be okay. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if she wasn't. Her dark, straight-as-a-pin silken locks fanned out around her. With less than a thought, my hand disappeared into the thick mane, fingers carding through the soft strands."Wake up, come on," I cooed softly. My eyes wracked down her naked frame, lingering on her perked nipples which pebbled due to the cold draft that ran through the place. I didn't wan